Traffic is one of those things that can never be predicted. You can wake up and leave the house early, check the weather conditions, listen religiously to 702 from the moment you wake up and a truck can have a chemical spillage on the highway 5 kilometres ahead of you and extend your one hour trip to work to a 3 hour ordeal so that you turn up 2 hours late on the one day in the year that you are having a performance review and no less than 10 of your managers/ supervisors are sitting in a boardroom waiting to meet you so that they can decide your fate.

Or, you can wake up early and leave for work early, factoring in the extra half hour you need to sit on the Grayston offramp because the turning arrow only comes on long enough for like 5 cars to go through, 2 of which will be taxi's who cheated their way in from the side meaning only 3 lawful cars get though at a time, and the offramp will be nice and empty. Or the lights will be out and the good people from outsurance will be doing a much better job than the traffic light, meaning you can get through in 5 minutes.

Because of this unique quality, traffic is a blessing to the average working person. It can be used as an excuse for being late for almost anything and it's one excuse that is always met with sympathetic nods of the 'been there' kind. It can also be used as an icebreaker at almost any meeting or social situation. Its not considered "speaking about work" so, for people who only knowhow to speak about work,it can be used as a topic at social networking events where you are expected to mingle and talk about thingsother than work. It can also be used by people in hr, who want to talk about something kind-of work related but cannot open their mouthsfor fear of breaking some or other privacy law.

The unpredictableness also prevents people from falling asleep because the entire trip can be spent in attempting to predict whichlane or which route is going to be the fastest and feeling a sense of triumph when you glide past all the other cars who took the suck lane. And if you happen to be the one who chose the suck way you can curse and tsk and blame the weather and the bm's and Tsego Modisane and the karee.
Unpredictability just makes life so much more interesting:)

(Oh and even though the outsurance people are really good for helping out on the road, they absolutely suck! compared to first for women who is much much better than them)

The lovely, beautiful, cleansing, rejuvenating, refreshing, scene-altering rain makes me so happy :)
Allah is great!

Once upon a time, in a village, a man appeared and announced to the
villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10 each.* The villagers, seeing
that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started
catching them. The man bought thousands at $10 and, as supply started to
diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that
he would now buy at $20 for a monkey.
This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching
monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people
started going back to their farms. The offer increased to $25 each, and
the supply of monkeys became so small that it was an effort to even find
a monkey, let alone catch it! The man now announced that he would buy
monkeys at $50!
However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant
would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant
told the villagers. "Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the
man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35, and when the man
returns from the city, you can sell them to him for $50 each."
The villagers rounded up all their savings and bought all the monkeys.
They never saw the man nor his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere!
Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works."


Dunno who wrote that but it's brilliant :)

Made me realise just how stupid the human race can be....

my tooth is sore :( I think it's finally time for that wisdom to come out. It's been threatening to come out for a long time now and i've been dreading it. I don;t want to go to the dentist again.

The last time I went in, just for a cleaning, he started drilling at the back of my mouth. Then he asked me to tell him if it hurts. As if my gagging and the tears pouring down my face meant i was perfectly comfortable...... !I hate dentists...i know they mean well, but they always hurt me.

i wonder what makes a dentist want to become a dentist. perhaps they want to be doctors but are too queasy to deal with all that blood and hurt and dead people. Or maybe they want to be something in the medical field, but not a doctor, coz that's too long and not a nurse, coz that pays too low...and again it has the blood and dead people factor that comes with medicine...and one by one they chuck everything off the list until they're left with nothing but dentistry...
Or maybe they just enjoy the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt sound the drill makes....aargh! I think like a business outsurance advert:P

tic tic tic tic tic

I like the tic tic noise of the keyboard. It's one of those noises that makes me feel calm...
a constant, background noise....It's like the programming world's equivalent to the sound of the ocean...

Just like driver's find the sound of an indicator calming...

and insomniacs find the sound of a clock ticking, calming...

So I'm being very tongue-in cheek, but it's just a thought...